‘A’ to ‘Z’ Writing Challenge #2 – “Another thing I remember…”

‘A’ to ‘Z’ Writing Challenge #2

“Another thing I remember…”

'a' to 'z' writing prompt poster

ANOTHER THING I REMEMBER

Another thing I remember
Beginning when I was young
Children should be seen
Don’t make a sound
Everything must be calm
Forget about play
Go to your room
Heard that phrase often
I was silent as a mouse
Just ask my cat
Kipper was my friend
Loved me most of all
Made me feel noticed
No one gave me time
One day she went away
Playing in Heaven now
Quietly I cried missing her
Running away came to mind
Staying with my family NEVER
Tortured was what I felt
Unless I could hide
Vultures surrounded me
Waiting for their pickings
X-rays for broken bones
Yet there was no concern
Zoning out was the only answer

by Jennifer Kiley
@occultguardian
‘the secret keeper’

‘A’ to ‘Z’ Writing Prompt Challenge #2 – “Another thing I remember…”

A to Z Writing Challenge #1: A Dark & Stormy Night…

the secret keeper:

A to Z Writing Challenge #1: “A dark and stormy night…”
CHOICE WRITER OF THE WEEK is Shawn MacKenzie

Her story is written with a haunting Gothic flavor. Holding us inside the mystery.
And  Shawn succeeds grandly using the alphabet from A to Z with perfection.

To read the complete story go to Shawn’s Original Post of A to Z Writing Challenge #1.
The title and her name are the Link: “A Dark and Stormy Night…” by Shawn MacKenzie

THE CHOICE WRITER OF THE WEEK is Shawn MacKenzie

Originally posted on MacKENZIE's Dragon's Nest:

Here is my rather Gothic take on the A-Z Challenge #1:

A dark and stormy night hung over the moor like an Elsinor arras. Boughs bent near breaking, the trees whipped and dipped in a wind-tossed tarantella. Crazy for man or beast to be out in a night like this!

Driving down a hedge-lined road, ‘crazy’ Zandra searched of refuge from the torrential downpour. Each cottage she passed was locked tight and empty, as if the inhabitants had long since fled to higher ground. Far across a field, lights flickered through unshuttered windows, beckoning.stormy night

“Granville Grange” read the carved plaque to the right of the oaken door. Her hand grasped the massive brass knocker and gave it a solid thunk. Ignoring the rain running under the collar of her jacket, she shifted back and forth, waiting – hoping – for rescue.

Just as she was about to resign herself…

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“Waiting…”

WAITING…

Waiting for the disturbance to silence
Waiting for the music to caress my soul
Waiting for the motions of quiet
Waiting for the dreams to be told
Sometimes they are nightmares
Sometimes dark

Waiting for the story, that needs telling
Waiting for the circle to be unsealed
Waiting for the world to keep revolving
Waiting for the truth to be revealed
Sometimes it’s bad
Sometimes it’s bold

Stop waiting
Make something happen
Let it be good
Flowing with love
The light is Love
It is the answer
It shines a brightness
In the soul

© jk 2015

#8 "awareness" (c) jkm 2015

#8 “awareness” (c) jkm 2015

“Things they don’t teach you at school…”

shadowspeak by jkmccormack (c) JkM 2013

“Shadowspeak” (c) jkm 2013

 “I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school.

They don’t teach you how to love somebody.

They don’t teach you how to be famous.

They don’t teach you how to be rich
or how to be poor.

They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone
you don’t love any longer.

They don’t teach you how to know
what’s going on in someone else’s mind.

They don’t teach you
what to say to someone who’s dying.

They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.”

― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

“Secrets Running Scared”

SECRETS RUNNING SCARED

Her blue car stands out in a herd of parked cars
All meant to be part of the congregation
The blue streaks inside memories gone past
Living within a hidden room closed in the mind

Secrets running scared not wanting daylight’s touch
The ink scurrying across the page away from forming truths
Fearing the emotions, recalling how close her body felt
She held me in her arms, a lasting time awakening touch

Confidence in retreat caressed by butterflies quieting the anxiety
Her voice electrifying the invisible space with lightning flashes
Frightening away the flesh eaters grabbing at skin, stealing the feelings
Dreams of truth haunting the recall, clouding the hidden shadows.

© jk 2015

#6 (c) jkm 2015

#6 (c) jkm 2015 “Blue”